"Why won't you answer me?"
Ran Qingchen's eyes reddened slightly as she tightly gripped the edge of the table, her knuckles turning pale. Her tone contained a blend of grievance and reproach.
Following her parents' death, aside from her grandmother, there wasn't anyone in that home who genuinely gave her a sense of kinship.
When she learned she had an aunt as she grew wiser, she hoped with all her heart to find familial warmth in her, since she was her mother's sister. But reality coldly splashed her face with ice water time and again.
She didn't understand why Jiang Yi despised her, despised her mother.
Although her grandmother said that deep down she really cared for her, she had never experienced such care.
There was only scorn, only disdain.
Jiang Yi calmly said, "Isn't this the path you chose for yourself?"
Ran Qingchen was stunned.
With a bitter smile, she gently shook her head and said bitterly, "You know that's not what I'm asking."
